A flicker of anxiety arises as I pass through the locked doors to visit the Alzheimer’s residence of my ninety-three-year-old stepmother. Who is mentally and spiritually prepared to cope with demented old age? Not I. I am as addicted as any other American to possessing the freedom to pursue highly stimulating work and leisure. To be old, fragile, and dependent is bad en (...)
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My Mother's Keeper
Life in the Alzheimer's Ward
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